Raaawrrrrr the other dragon is going to be dead so very very dead.

And it's down! Panicked crewmen leap to their deaths to escape the flames!

Charles cackles gleefully.

She hugs his waist. "You were brilliant!"

"I know," he says, smugly.

"Still better when we get to do this kinda thing. Being pretend-baseline sucks."

Shrug. "Baseline doesn't have dragons."

"But we're like kid-dragons."

"Do you spit fire?"

"Super-heated air works just as well."

"Are you a reptile?"

"Queen of the birdies. They're improved reptiles."

He rolls his eyes and continues riding his Super Awesome Dragon.

She decides to make conversation while enjoying the ride. "So, did you have a mum and dad?"

Well there goes his mood. "Does it matter? They're probably dead now."

"Sorry. Just seems like the sort of thing you ask."

"Yeah well. Now you know the answer. Can we talk about something else?"

"Okay, do you actually like living with us?"

"Yeah."

"That is the correct answer, yes."

He smiles a bit. "It's cool to live here. There."

"And you're okay to have around."

"I'm the best to have around."

"You would be if you actually turned into a dragon when you got ticked off."

"Hey maybe I never got ticked off enough."